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Assuming nothing happens during the night's watches...
As Keirgan stands watch over his new companions, waiting for dawn, he wrestles with the uncertainty that's been nagging him ever since he first sat down at the table in the inn. That little voice in his head, sitting on his brain like a fire spark on a trouser leg, except that he hasn't been able to shake this off...
Is it a prophecy? A spell? Is it simply a hunch, a bit of nervousness? Certainly understandable, considering their destination...
But it feels like more than that. It feels purposeful. There's something he must do, some path he must take. And he's going the wrong way...
By the time dawn is beginning to touch the sky with pink and gray, Keirgan has made up his mind. His gear quietly stowed, he places a rock on a piece of parchment by Eldon's sleeping form. The quickly scribed note is part farewell, part apology, and as much of an explanation as he could put into words. He just hopes they'll understand...
With a last look back over his shoulder, he hefts his pack and heads off across the countryside.
Sigh...I'm sorry to have to go guys...please see my post in the discussion thread. I'll catch up later, hopefully.
Keirgan looks at the diagram Eldon has passed back to him.
"Hmm, an interesting strategy. I will remember this for our encounters with savages in the future."
He adds a mark to the diagram, passing it back to Eldon.
Eldon:
Keirgan sits with Eldon, muttering something about "important preparations."
He produces some bark parchment and a piece of charcoal, and marks out a tic-tac-toe board, remaining stony-faced the whole while.
Eldon:
Ugh, the [bleep]ing postmonster just ate my excellent post...here's try #2
"Mistress Hammastrum, I believe that, since this is not a strictly religious mission, or at least not explicitly funded by the church, that it's customary for any rewards to be split amongst the party before being tithed. Of course, again, I don't think this is the time for that discussion (though you did bring it up).
The more pressing matter is when do we depart, and it appears that Master Wulfsson has just addressed that. In that case, I am left with but one remaining concern: what's for supper?"
In a attempt to stop the $ argument before it starts...
"Perhaps the question of what to do with treasure and rewards would be best settled after we are in possession of them? Should we instead decide when it is that we are to set out on this journey?"
Keirgan follows the others to the backroom, shaking his head.
"I hope these adventurers are as skilled as they are entertaining" he says to himself.
Keirgan hides his chuckle behind his hand.
Dungeon Monkey wrote: ...and townsfolks' pockets are jingling with silver and gold coins.
Just throwing an atmosphere bump in ..continue on with your discussion! :)
Atmosphere bump...heh...more like waving fresh meat in front of the noses of our rogues! ;p
Keirgan offers to buy Eldon a drink, "in appreciation of your honesty, my new friend."
"Well...Tharkad-Kûl...that's, um, certainly more...adventurous than I had supposed. But then again, they do call it "adventuring". I can't say that the legends of that place don't frighten me just a little, but there is safety and courage in numbers, and we certainly have that.
I would be honored to assist you stalwart dwarves in destroying the unnatural walking dead. It would be good to know there souls are at rest."
A young man in traveling gear saunters over to the table.
"Greetings, fine fellows! Might this be the adventuring band I had heard rumors about? I would love to accompany a group filled with such obviously talented individuals! Which reminds me..."
He turns to Eldon.
"Might I have my purse back? Well done, by the way, I hardly noticed. You'll have to show me how you do that at some point. But in the mean time, I'd like to buy a meal."
Looks like I'm in, so here's my character. Human Druid, with plans to pick up a level or two of Rogue.
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